HER EYES.BENEATH the heaven of her brows’Unclouded noon of peace, there liesA leafy heaven of hazel boughsIn the seclusion of her eyes;Her troubling eyes that cannot rest;And there’s a little flame that dances(A firefly in a grassy nest)In the green circle of her glances;A frolic Faun that must be hid,Shyly, in some fantastic shade,Where pity droops a tender lidOn laughter of itself afraid.
BENEATH the heaven of her brows’Unclouded noon of peace, there liesA leafy heaven of hazel boughsIn the seclusion of her eyes;
Her troubling eyes that cannot rest;And there’s a little flame that dances(A firefly in a grassy nest)In the green circle of her glances;
A frolic Faun that must be hid,Shyly, in some fantastic shade,Where pity droops a tender lidOn laughter of itself afraid.